The Tale of a Trainer- Chapter 1: Silent Victory
Setting: Current Time: Green Wood
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way shape or form. I DO own the character Alex Dugman, his parents, Chris, and the personalities I give the Pokemon. Don't steal them. Alex has been my creation since I thought him up in 2000. I have proof, don't make me use it. Fear me, just don't sue me.
Author's Note: Thank you to Coldfire323 and Daniel14541 for the reviews, I really appreciate them! After re-reading and editing a lot, I've got the first real chapter done. Sorry if it's a bit slow… Anything you see in italics is obviously Alex's thoughts… hmm, I wonder what the italics in the parenthesis are…?
The Tale of a Trainer
Chapter One: Silent Victory
"Yo, Dugman!" The buff boy who had hollered grinned menacingly, tossing his weight heavily onto the dry grass. It took a moment for most of the dust to settle, but some of the dry earth hung lightly in the breeze, eventually sticking itself to the large boy's pants and vest. The boy who he had been speaking to grunted lightly. He had been sitting on a high cliff, looking over the land his parents owned, and wasn't too keen about having to move.
The ground around them was abnormally parched and a strange feeling hung heavy in the warm morning air. The energy the land put off was almost surreal; it was dead and unwelcoming. The boy stood up, his light brown hair blowing lightly in the warm breeze. A long braided strand of hair ran down his neck and ended near his chest, but the wind didn't seem to touch it. "What?"
The large boy stomped again, sending another small dust cloud up into the air around where his foot had landed. He seemed to enjoy the effect. He grinned again as he bellowed at the boy. "Alex, I want a battle, now!"
Alex cocked his head to the side, his eyes glazed with a dreamy look. You're bothering me. His was voice low, but sharp, and sounded rather un- amused, "Sure. You're new around here, I've never seen you."
"That'd be right. I'm traveling so that I can get into the Johto League. Won't be long now"
"You're from Kanto then?"
"Yeah, and I hear you're the one to test my skills on."
"Believe what you wish."
"Stop talking Dugman, let's go!" He pulled a Pokéball out of his vest. He tossed the ball forcefully in the air with a chuckle. The pink light began materializing onto the dusty ground. "My name's Chris, and this here's my Rhyhorn."
The rock Pokémon bellowed at Alex, who was tossing a Pokéball to himself. God, I hate showoffs. He chuckled slightly as something flashed across his thoughts. And I can see you do too. He pressed the small button on the Pokéball, releasing his own Pocket Monster, yawning as the little Pokémon materialized. He nodded sharply at his little Pokémon. The Chikorita, who was stretching, nodded back with a low squeak. Alex sighed as he returned to his resting place on the rock, closing his eyes and clamping his hands behind his head. He cracked open an eye and focused on his Grass Pokémon.
"Sorry Chiks, I'm tired today."
The little Pokémon shook its head in a sympathetic way, chirping playfully at Alex, and then proceeded to turn to her opponent. Chris's face displayed a twisted expression of amusement and confusion. "What, not gonna give your Pokémon any commands? Show 'em Rhyhorn, Take Down!"
The ground trembled as the heavy Pokémon charged towards its small opponent, sending more clouds of the dry earth up into the air. Chikorita stood in its path, casually scratching its head as the intimidating foe closed in. You know what to do. Moments before the Rock Pokémon was to smash to into the Grass type, Chikorita slammed its Vine Whip into the ground, ricocheting itself into the air. (Watch this!) Within a second, she had recoiled her vines and just as quickly sent them back at the Rhyhorn, grabbing its back legs. Rhyhorn, still in mid- rush, tripped and skidded on the dusty ground. Following in a fluid motion with its previous attack, Chikorita, still in her mid air jump, recalled the vines that had tripped her heavy opponent and with a twirl of her leaf sent a shower of Razor Leaves over the fallen Pokémon. Nice effect.
Chikorita landed gracefully on the ground, glaring at its opponent. (How would you know, your eyes were closed!) To her glee, the Rhyhorn never stood up. Still gawking at what had just happened, Chris returned his stunned Pokémon to its ball. Alex cracked an eye opened and stood up casually, stretching his arms above his head. He walked in a tired manner over to his Pokémon and scooped her up in his arms. He pet her head proudly. "Nice job, girl."
She smiled at him and he lifted her to his shoulder. I think we're ready. (Yes, so do I.)Chris stood staring at the two, dumbfounded. He stuttered as he spoke, his tough disposition evaporating. "All trainers in Johto like you?"
Alex smirked at him, cocking his head slightly. "Very doubtful."
Chris, whose mouth seemed to be having a great difficultly closing, pulled another ball out of his vest. He turned his back to Alex, glancing back over his shoulder. He straightened himself up and put on another cocky grin. "When we fight again, your little cheat'en tricks won't work on me."
He, much less forcefully than before, tossed the second Pokéball, climbing on the back of the Fearow that emerged from it. Without a word, his Pokémon and he lifted off the ground. Alex kept a locked glare on him even as the dust kicked up from the bird's wings swirled in his face. His Chikorita displayed the same sharp look as the two watched him soar away towards the west. I bet we can beat him the same way next time.
Chikorita giggled happily and nuzzled her trainer. (I think so too!)Alex placed a hand on his Pokémon's head. And to think, that time we didn't cheat one bit.
He chuckled as an image of his Chikorita, standing proudly on top of a defeated Rhyhorn's back, flashed across his mind. I will miss being able to do it this way, my friend.
They were worried; worried they'd lose their gift once they left his village. Alex knew he'd have to start giving his Pokemon more verbal commands, which he wasn't too concerned with, there was something else bothering him. Abnormal energy fields hovered over Green Wood, skewing the weather patterns. Alex could count on one hand the number of times it'd rained so far that year, and it was already June. Barely any plants grew in the area; only large trees among a see of dull green grass dotted the landscape.
That's why everyone left. The land had once prospered and everything had been beautiful. Then Mewtwo came. When the earth died, the people left; the population had dropped by a thousand people in less than a month. But it was then that Alex had realized that he could sense the thoughts of the two baby Pokemon he'd protected that day. He'd been caring for them and a few other young ones, when he realized he knew when the two were hungry, felt cold, or wanted to play. It had only taken a few more days to convince his parents to give them to him. They'd never left his side since.
But what would happen when they were out of the energy field? Would their connection weaken, or even disappear? Would it ever come back if it did vanish? They'd never ventured outside of the town before, so his questions remained unanswered. The thought of not being able to speak with his Pokemon made him feel uneasy and rather empty inside. What if they could no longer send each other mental pictures or thoughts? The very idea of that made him feel sick. What would I do without you guys? (We'll always be there…)
Alex felt himself sighing again as he heard the familiar sound of his father's Charizard flying towards him. He'd always been fond of the Charizard, watching its beauty and strength in battle with amazement and admiration, but it also seemed to be a constant reminder to him that his father could fly up at any moment and lecture him. More loose dirt blew into his face as the large Pokemon's wings beat the ground.
His father wasn't too much taller than him, and displayed the same brown hair, which flew back in the light breeze as he dismounted his Charizard. His voice was deep and rather professional. "Alex, you need to stop doing that."
Alex's muscles tensed. Not this nonsense again. Can't you just leave us be? He was leaving soon and all his dad could do was tell him everything he thought he was wrong. He inhaled sharply and faced his father. "I didn't do anything. That was all Chiks, there was no communication between us, I swear."
So ha.
With that, he turned sharply on his heels, exhaled heavily, and began jogging away. The older man rubbed his temples and ran his hand over his face. Was it possible for a Pokémon to fight on its own like that? The man turned to his fire lizard Pokémon. "You think he'll be alright on his own?"
Charizard spit a small fireball to the ground with a grunt. The man frowned, "That's why you're going with him."
Chapter One all done! nn
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